Henry VIII (1491–1547) to Anne Bo­leyn

My Mis­tress and my Friend: My heart and I sur­ren­der them­selves into your hands, and we sup­pli­cate to be com­mended to your good graces, and that by ab­sence your af­fec­tions may not be di­min­ished to us, for that would be to aug­ment our pain, which would be a great pity, since ab­sence gives enough, and more than I ever thought could be felt. This brings to my mind a fact in astronomy, which is, that the fur­ther the poles are from the sun, not­with­stand­ing, the more scorch­ing is the heat